Disclaimer: Sadly, when I last checked, the Twilight-verse with its wolves and a certain honey-blond, Southern vampire belonged to Stephenie Meyer - and they still do. Anything unrecognizable belongs to my warped imagination.
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BLOOD
Jasper's pov:
I'm not sure how it happened. We've always been enemies. Over centuries. It's in our nature. In our blood. It's pure instinct and fighting's all we've ever known.
So, why am I now so confused ? Why does everything feel so different ? There was a time when we both yearned to see one another's blood spilt. Flowing like a crimson tide. 'Cause his blood is life ... and blood is what sustains me. It ensures my existence.
But now ? I don't understand why I no longer find the Wolf's smell nauseating. Why it's suddenly become intoxicating. So arousing. And so very alluring. I feel overwhelmed by the onslaught of his emotions. He's equally bewildered. Full of anger. Fear. Doubt. Reluctance. Longing ... and strangely, desire. And I'm the sole recipient of his warmth. His passion.
I feel the coiled power of him. His heat. His tension. I hear his heart race madly and I'm so aware of the roar of hot, spicy blood as it rushes through his muscular body. It's tantalizing. Mouthwatering. It calls to me. Entices me. And it frightens me, as I don't know what it is that I yearn for the most ...
My Jacob. The hapless, darkly handsome wolf who's unwittingly imprinted upon me or the temptation of his precious, seductive blood ...
Finis